I sent Jean–Woodrow off to Grantham accompanied by Josh Chamberlain, and would join them after the funeral.It was a solemn affair; the body of the D...uke lay in state at Westminster Abbey for several days due to the number of people wishing to pay their respects. The general public had more regard for Frederick than any of George III’s other sons, and crowds lined the route when, after the service, his body was transported from the Abbey to the Thames, and then by barge to Windsor, to be interred. Her hands wereshaking as she went to the WC Gambill, and now she waited for him to meet her.Her dress,coupled with the heels and makeup had already led to numerous stares, and eachone embarassedher, but alsoturned her on a little more. Her lip-coated nippled pressed against her dress,makingher look evenmore like a cheap whore. "Ms.Whore??" queried a waiter. "What!!!!"Sarah yelped. "I'm sorry,a gentleman paid me to approach you, and ask Ms. Whore to join him at table 12.I didn't meanany. She even gave me sumpthin' new ta me the next mornin' afore she left, sumpthin she called a "blowjob." That wuz an expensive evenin', it cost me $5, but it wuz worth every penny of it!The next mornin', I went by the bank after breakfast an' cashed my draft. I took the money in eagles cuz all that weight an' bulk jus' naturally made me feel good. Them 75 gold pieces made a nice bulge in my money belt!After I collected my reward in cash, I stopped by the marshal's office to say hello ta the. Nikki's blue eyes were wide open. She winked at me flirtatiously. Her blonde hair nestled against my upper thighs which I swore was making my own hair there stand up. My cock was so hard that I could have driven a golf ball three hundred yards with it."Sweetie, I'm not going to be able to hold out if you keep this up."I ran my fingers through her hair. Nikki rubbed the edges of her breasts along the insides of my thighs."You think you're going to get off that easy? You have to tell me exactly.